"Even though every bit of evidence points to you, Yacheng, as the culprit for what happened in my Tomb City last time, I still believe you weren't the ones responsible. I believe you, so please believe me for once."
Thinking of the Yacheng guard's badge that Ziruo gave him when she went to Yacheng last time, Zhuolin's expression relaxed and the white mist in his palm suddenly dissipated.
Zi Ruowei breathed a sigh of relief, then sheathed her sword at her waist.
He turned around quickly to look at Liang Meng, wanting to see if she was frightened and intending to comfort her, but when he turned around, he saw Liang Meng's eyebrows slightly frowned, and she looked at Zhuolin with anger and resentment in her eyes.
"Are you okay?"
Ziruo raised her hand and shook Liang Meng's arm. Liang Meng seemed to have just woken up from a nap and slowly shook his head.
He glanced at Ziruo, signaling with his eyes that he was fine, then pushed Ziruo aside, put his hands on his waist, looked slightly stern, and roared at Zhuolin with his head held high.
"Don't think you're so great just because you're the city lord. I don't necessarily take your little tricks seriously. Just now, I was caught off guard and you knocked me down. If you really want to fight, let's go to the courtyard. It's spacious there."
Hall Master, where did you learn these gangster-like attitudes?
Ziruo was simply stunned by Liang Meng's series of magical operations. She had just spent a lot of effort to appease Zhuolin's cruelty, but after all this talk, he went back to his original state.
He ignored Ziruo who was pulling at his sleeve.
The more Liang Meng spoke, the more excited he became. He rolled up his sleeves to his shoulders with both hands. His two slender arms were shining white, and coupled with his ruffian-like movements, not to mention Ziruo, even Zhuolin was shocked.
He blinked in disbelief, looking a little dumbfounded.
"You just said that only the blood of the person who cast the curse on Yue'er can remove her dark soul. Let me tell you, even if you suck all my blood dry, you can't save Yue'er, because I'm not the murderer at all."
"Of course, you don't have the ability to suck my blood dry."
"Your arrogance and self-righteousness will only harm others and Yue'er, while allowing the thief who actually hurt Yue'er to go unharmed."
"Also, I only spoke nicely to you because you are Yue'er's elder brother. Don't think you are anything special in my eyes."
Zhuolin: ...
Liang Meng became more and more excited as he spoke, and the anger that had been pent up in his heart was finally released.
If the aggressive Zhuo Lin just now was a lit cannon, then Liang Meng at this moment is the cannon 2.0.
"I'm telling you, even if there's no Tomb City and no Ziruo, I'm not afraid of you."
"If you want to fight, if you want to take my life, come over here."
As he spoke, he lifted the hem of his robe and tucked it around his waist. His eyes were brighter with anger as he stared at Zhuo Lin without blinking, ready to fight at any moment.
This time it was Zhuolin who was speechless, stunned and didn't know what to say.
Seeing him like this, Liang Meng knew that there was no way they could end up fighting. He snorted in disdain, rolled his eyes, and then continued.
"Yue'er and I had the same accident. Just like you, I will get to the bottom of this matter."
"Just you?" His face was full of contempt.
"Just me!" He said arrogantly.
After saying that, Liang Meng no longer paid attention to Zhuolin's wonderful expression, turned around and left without recognizing anyone.
Zhuolin: ???
Zi Ruo:!!!!!!
My hall master is so mighty!
Play cheerful music for me.
Liang Meng was talking happily, but when she returned to her bedroom and looked at the dark purple moon, her mind became confused again. She couldn't figure out what was going on.
That person left nothing behind except two drops of blood. Yue'er's condition looked dire, and according to Zhuolin, the curse could only be broken with the thief's blood. They needed to find that person immediately.
Where should I start looking?
Liang Meng's gaze slowly moved from the few drops of black blood on the broken window frame to the black palm lines in his palm.
After a moment, the frown gradually relaxed.
......
Delusion City. City Lord's Mansion.
"Young City Lord, I have already done what you asked me to do. When will you fulfill the promise you made to me?"
The charming and sweet voice is like loose cartilage. After hearing one sentence, all the bones in the body become soft.
The young lord of Wang City, Shiye, was currently sitting sideways in a large chair, his clothes not properly on, revealing most of his red chest.
His eyes were slightly narrowed, the corners of his mouth were raised mischievously, one hand was holding a wine glass, and the other hand was dishonestly caressing the person in his arms.
He did not answer the question of the enchanting woman.
"Young City Lord, are you trying to cheat me?"
Pretending to be angry, the beauty in his arms pulled Shiye's dishonest arm off her back and put it to her lips. While speaking, she opened her mouth, hooked one of Shiye's fingers into her mouth, and bit it with her pearly teeth as if it was an itch.
How could Shiye resist such seductive teasing from a beautiful woman?
At this moment, let alone asking for someone else's life, even if it was his own life, he would offer it with both hands without frowning.
"How could I bear to see you unhappy? Don't worry, you will get what you want soon."
As he spoke, he moved his hands and feet even more brazenly and did whatever he wanted to the beauty.
"real?"
The beauty once again grabbed the hand that was wandering wantonly on her body, and her seductive eyes slightly raised, her expression full of charm and seduction.
"When have I ever lied to you?"
"The man you are talking about will soon be buried along with the entire cemetery."
Unable to bear it any longer, he threw the wine glass on the table, picked up the beauty, and strode towards the bedroom.
Behind him, hidden from the corpses, the beautiful woman resting on his shoulder gave a cruel, sinister smile. A chilling chill shone in her narrowed eyes.
Liang Meng, in this dream, I have already dug a grave for you.
"What are you doing here?"
As soon as Shui Niang opened the door, she saw an unpleasant person sitting at the table. She stood at the door, looked around, and saw no suspicious people. Then she walked in.
"You've climbed into the Young City Lord's bed so quickly? As expected, beauty is still the key."
The gruff voice was annoying, and the words that came out of it were even more disgusting.
This person was the left protector of Lingyou, the lord of the spirit clan who persuaded Shuiniang to join forces with him to kill Liang Meng.
Shui Niang walked to the bronze mirror, turned her back to the man, and straightened her shirt, which was open at the collar. She angrily ordered the person behind her to leave.
"roll!"
Quack quack.......
The raspy laughter, a hundred times more irritating than a crow's, gave Shui Niang a headache. In the bronze mirror, the beauty's brows were furrowed, and the disgust in her eyes was almost overflowing.
"Are you angry now? Do you really think you're a good person? Huh?"
The ugly face was instantly filled with disdain. The large, bulging eyes looked at Liang Meng coldly.
Shui Niang looked down on him, and he also looked down on Shui Niang.
In order to achieve their goals, they all use despicable means, so who is nobler than who?
Shui Niang closed her eyes in silence, her eyeballs rolling angrily under her eyelids.
"We are all the same. Our blood is black. You think that by betraying your master and leaving the spirit race, putting on a coarse linen shirt, and putting on a fake, delicate smile, you can become Yun Xuchen's sweetheart."
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